04 October 2008

Arthritic Fingers Have To Last (rev)

longer yet, they’re all I have to keep the pages on thescreen prescribed with glowing words, my favoured

antidote to weak and skulking weariness – cups of

strong black coffee still distress an empty stomachused to tea, especially in the morning.

I ask myself why such a thankless task? 1,000 poems?At one each other day that’s 5.49 years and who would

care – or notice, should I fail? Yes, I will prevail, withdeference to the quality of written word; if you sensea diminution in the power my words project, whythen protest! I would be thankful just for that.